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star-girl69 · 4 months

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protective clarisse save me ANWAYSSSS enjoy

*mentions of clarisse picking reader up and carrying her around

PLEASE ignore the fact i forgot ambrosia existed thanks 🙏🙏 yk i just be saying stuff

it starts out like any capture the flag game

except for the fact you’re on different teams

like in so it goes when clar tells y/n “don’t do anything i wouldn’t do”

everyone once in a while the teams switch up

and clarisse has a really hard time when you’re not on the same team, but she can usually function

she’s worried out of her mind obvi

we all know you’re her achilles heel

but for some reason this time clarisse just has a really bad feeling

she’ll probably threaten everyone on her team- if they so much as LOOK at you in the wrong way she’s going to make their lives a literal hell

and everyone is like ok scary lady 🫡

they all know clarisse don’t play about you

so the game is going pretty normal

you’re just doing your thing and clarisse is hunting around you

it’s really funny because you and a few of your siblings are just fighting whoever makes their way to you

and you win every time

bc clarisse is still letting you win 😭😭😭😭

the good members of her team get told to turn around

and then she lets the weaker ones, the stragglers she doesn’t care about, pass through and then smiles when you cheer after winning even tho she can’t see you

you feel her eyes on you tho sometimes it’s kinda creepy

but basically annabeth and the blue team had set up these trenches in random parts of the wood

they were lined with like a bunch of leaves and spare linens so they were soft at the bottom

but someone 🙄🙄🙄 ugh

forgot to soften up one of them and that’s the one you fall into

she hears you scream and she’s like WOAH HOLY FUCK

running through the woods you’re crying at the bottom of this 6 ft deep hole your siblings are screaming

like she literally throws herself to the ground and drags you out of the pit pure adrenaline

and like she could tell just by your screams and the look on your face that you were HURT HURT

but she knows you need her rn so she pulls you into her lap and asks what hurts

and you can’t even speak you’re in so much pain but you gesture to your leg and maybe clarisse just didn’t want to notice it before but like that bitch is BROKEN

she’s literally shaking

“it’s okay it’s okay baby it’s okay someone is gonna go get a healer right? SOMEONE IS GOING TO GO GET A HEALER, RIGHT?”

*cue like 10 random campers all running off*

and you’re screaming and crying and your siblings are freaking out so the game kinda stops bc everyone is like what happened 😭

then they just walk into this clearing and see you pale and crying and leg obviously broken, sitting in a shaking clarisse’s lap

one of her siblings definitely has to come over and subtly say that she’s like doing a good job LMAO

bc she is STRUGGLING

like she’s never been so scared in her life

her heart is pounding her hands are shaking

but for the first time in her life she’s not really angry right now

she’s just fucking terrified

and she HATES it

she’s stroking your hair and has her arm wrapped around your waist so tight

she tells you “just dig your nails into my arm”

and you can’t even comprehend what’s going on so she grabs your hands and let’s you squeeze so hard she swears her fingers come out a little crooked

FINALLY some apollo kids come over with a stretcher

so then she starts yelling at them “BE GENTLER SHES HURT DUMBFUCKS”

then finally after clarisse’s incessant screaming she holds your hand as they take you back to the healers

then 20 minutes later they reset your leg and put it in a little cast and give you some AMAZING painkillers

so you’re like omg

clarisse is like pale and sweaty and her heartbeat is so erratic one of the healers actually has to come over and be like “maybe you should sit down and get checked out..?”

she starts screaming at them

then you’re like “omg no my saviors are fighting ☹️☹️☹️☹️”

“no no i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you sad it’s fine it’s fine we’re not fighting”

“yay!!!!!!!”

she has to lay down in your bed and take some really deep breaths in order to calm down

and you’re just happy bc you are floating and you have your gf with you

you’re babbling on about something and clarisse is like wtf is happening to me

but also she’s acting like you just died

holding your head to her chest and staring off into the distance like that one painting of ivan the terrible holding his dead son y’all know

and you’re just happy

she’s kissing all over your face and head and telling you about how she’s gonna help you

“i’ll carry you whenever you don’t feel like using your crutches, i’ll make sure you take all your medicine, i’ll find and kill whoever did this to you, i’ll sleep with you every night just in case, and i won’t let you out of my sight ever again, and i’ll make chiron switch the teams back”

she ends up doing all of those things obvi

she annoys chiron so much he makes a permanent rule that the ares and your cabin always have to be on the same team

clarisse becomes 10x worse in terms of protectiveness

like she’s watching you like a HAWK

she just felt so totally helpless in that moment so unprepared and she never wants to feel like that again

she doesn’t think her heart can take it actually 😭

she does find the person and loses dessert privileges for 5 months for what she did!!!!!

she sleeps with you ever night bc the meds make you sleep restlessly and she’s always there to whisper in your ear and lull you back to sleep

even if you’re like oh i can just use my crutches she’s always staring at the ground like it’s a monster that’s gonna hurt you so she’s like

“hm well i don’t think so actually haha just let me carry you”

“I WANT TO WALK CLARISSE”

*picking you up* “no it’s fine this is safest”

“LET ME DOWN”

basically you’re just the love of her life and she can’t imagine something else happening to you

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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something about overprotective H!! I get the man would want to protect his wife from even the wind lmao

OVERPROTECTIVE

A/N: just something extremely short about overprotective H when Y/N is pregnant, bc i agree, he would def be on high alert mode hehe😌

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“Are you insane?!” you hear your husband’s voice who comes into the kitchen rushing and grabs you by your waist, pulling you back right when you are about to reach the bag of cookies you’ve been trying to get off of the top shelf of the cupboard. To add to your height, you used the stepstool that’s totally safe and you’ve been using it to reach things for the past years without Harry exploding.

“Are you insane? I was about to reach the cookies!” you groan as you step off the stool.

“You could have fallen off and hurt yourself or the baby!” he lectures you, grabbing the bag without a hustle and handing it to you.

“H, you’ve seen me on that stool like a million times and didn’t say a word.”

“But you weren’t pregnant,” he answers and you raise your eyebrows at him, opening the bag.

“Oh, so you’re only concerned about my well-being if I’m carrying your baby? Interesting.”

“You know that’s not true,” he rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. “I always worry about you, but you’re more fragile now, you’re carrying a special package,” he adds, gently caressing your bumps that’s been growing rapidly these past weeks. “You need to be more careful now.”

“I’m pregnant, not dying. I can handle everyday things.”

“No one said you can’t,” he shrugged.

“You literally just told me not to step on the stool.”

“Because it’s not stable enough, you can lose your balance and fall!”

“Alright, the other day you wanted to tie my shoes. What kind of risk did that action carry?”

“What if you lean forward too much and squish the baby?” he asks with a serious face.

“I won’t squish the baby! I can feel my limits, I won’t ignore my body’s signs!”

“Okay, but we can never be too careful.”

“What about when you told me not to make eggs for breakfast?”

“You were standing way too close to the stove, babe. The baby must feel the heat and maybe it can cause something.”

“You are literally just making these up, there’s no such thing as standing too close to the stove when you’re pregnant. As long as I’m not burning myself, I’m totally fine.”

“Well, I disagree,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass, okay? I function like a normal person, just let me do my business in peace!”

“Fuck, okay,” he holds his hands up. “I’m getting out of your hair, fine!”

You can tell he took it a bit too seriously, but you just need him to let you exist. There are enough changes in your body and in your life that you need to adapt, you don’t need his overprotectiveness in addition.

He disappears in his study and you just tell yourself to give him some extra kisses when you go to bed to make up for it. You go on with your day without a care.

Hours later, you’re in the kitchen, slicing up some apples, of course, using a knife. Harry walks in, sees the sharp object in your hand and his promise vanishes into nothing.

“Give me that knife, I’ll—“

“Fucking hell, this is just a knife! I’m not a toddler, I can slice a damn apple!” you raise your voice, holding the knife up. “What is wrong with you? Did you forget you married an adult?!” you ask in disbelief.

Harry exhales sharply, clenching his jaw as he stares back at you and you can tell something is really off this time. His eyes water and you immediately regret shouting at him. Turning around he just walks out without a word. You drop the knife and go after him.

“H, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout, but you’re killing me with your overprotectiveness!” you say as you catch up with him in the living room. He stops and when he turns to face you, you’re met with tears rolling down his cheeks. “Harry, oh no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” you pout and walking up to him you wipe his cheeks with your hands before pecking his lips softly. You could have approached the issue in a calmer way, but you can't help it, your hormones are all over the place and they make you experience feelings a thousand times stronger. You didn't want to hurt Harry's feelings though. “Talk to me, why are you doing this?”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out shakily. “I’m just… I’m so afraid that something happens to you or the baby and I’ve been wanting this for so long, I just want to keep you safe,” he rambles as you hold his face between your hands, his palms finding your waist.

“It’s okay to want to keep us safe, but you’re going a bit overboard with it. Slicing an apple won’t cause anything.”

“I know, I just… I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to be annoying.”

“It’s okay, you did it out of love,” you smile at him. “But maybe take it down a few notches, okay?” you add chuckling.

“Okay,” he nods and rests his forehead against yours. “Just promise me to be careful.”

“I am. Don’t worry, I want to keep this baby safe as much as you do, believe me. But I can’t live locked away from the rest of the world until I give birth.”

“I know,” he sighs.

“I’ll ask for your help when I need it. I promise.”

“Okay,” he whispers with a nod.

“I love you, even when you go crazy,” you say, finally making him laugh.

“I love you too,” he murmurs back before pressing his lips against yours.

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onceuponastory · 1 year

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taxi - bucky barnes x reader

In the backseat of the taxi When you told me we were only Two punch drunk souls all tangled in the wind And in the backseat when you asked me "Is the sadness everlasting?" I pulled you closer, looked at you and said "Love, I think it is" - Taxi by The Maine also thought this song fitted bc planes taxi too lmao

Plot: After their misunderstanding, Y/N tries to tell Bucky the truth...despite the roadblocks life keeps throwing their way. Pairing: Pilot!Bucky Barnes x FlightAttendant!Female!Reader Warnings: Angst and miscommunication... but a happy ending, cause it’s me. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This was written for @the-slumberparty‘s Writing Challenge from last week: write a continuation of a one-shot. So here’s a part two to my first Pilot!Bucky fic, Fear of Falling. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

For the rest of the day, Y/N stays in bed, trying to grapple with the night before. Bucky’s expression still haunts her, even now, consuming her every waking moment. Honestly, she’s surprised that she’s still functioning right now. Funnily enough, it feels like she’s been on autopilot since the night before, simply moving through the motions to appear like a normally functioning human. All she knows is that she has to tell Bucky the truth, but doesn’t even know how. And then, she remembers everyone is going to dinner tonight. Her hope rises. This could be her chance to finally make things right.

When the time comes, she rushes downstairs. Everyone greets her, but Bucky only mumbles a ‘hello’. He refuses to make eye contact with her, and her heart sinks. She was hoping for a moment alone with him, but all this is doing is reinforcing her worst fear. Hopefully, he just needs a moment to think things over, and when she speaks to him later, it’ll all be okay.

Yet, as the night wears on, that possibility fades more and more. She and Bucky barely speak more than a few pleasant words to one another, both unsure of what to do or say around each other after the night before. “Hey, we’re gonna stay out. Maybe we’ll catch a movie or something. You wanna come?” Sam asks when they’re finished dinner. Deep down, Y/N knows she should go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? Is maybe having fun for a few hours with her friends really so bad? But then, she looks over at Bucky. He still isn’t making eye contact, acting like his shoes are the most interesting thing in the world. And the sight makes her heart sink once more.

Turns out increasing Bucky’s heartbreak is the worst thing that could happen.

“No, I’m good. I slept like shit last night, so I’m just gonna go back to my room. You guys have fun, though.”

“Buck? How about you?” Bucky looks up, and his eyes meet hers for a fleeting moment. As his mouth slowly opens, a small twinge of hope registers in Y/N’s stomach. Maybe he’s considering coming back to the hotel with her. Maybe all hope is not lost, and she can explain everything. This could be their rom-com moment, when everything finally works out and-

“Yeah, that sounds good.” And then, all her hope shatters once more. Turning away sadly, Y/N begins the walk back to the hotel, not even waiting for the others to say goodnight. All she can focus on is trying not to cry.

Although, Y/N doesn’t notice how Bucky watches her as she leaves, his eyes lingering even when she disappears from sight.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning, Y/N stands outside Bucky’s door, ready to give things one last chance. “Bucky, can we talk?” she calls, the sound of her knock reverberating throughout the corridor. As she waits for him to open the door, her stomach churns and her heart pounds. She has no idea what to say to Bucky, or if he’ll even tell her he feels the same. When the door opens, she takes a breath of courage. Even if he doesn’t feel the same, the least she can do is tell him the truth.

Yet, all thoughts of that disappear when Bucky emerges, clad in his uniform and carrying his suitcase. The sight causes Y/N’s brows to furrow.

“Sorry, can we walk and talk? I got an urgent call. They need me to take a plane back to New York. My taxi’s almost here.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything from control. Did they say anything about needing me? I can go back to my room and be ready in like five minutes.” She asks, following him towards the lobby. Bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair. Y/N feels her stomach twist. She knows what the words will be before Bucky even says them.

“Sorry, it’s just me they need this time. I’ll see you around, okay?” He replies, and she nods furiously, staring at the floor. Because she knows if she makes eye contact with him, then she’ll crumble.

“Sure. Have a safe flight.” She somehow manages to get out, hoping Bucky doesn’t sense the pain in her words, or how she’s already seeing her vision beginning to blur. And with one last wave, Bucky’s gone. As she watches him leave, Y/N sinks into a chair, cuddling into herself. Her mind races with explanations for why Bucky would be called and not her, and she tries her best to ignore them. Although, one stands out. One she never wanted to think about.

The thought that Bucky is intentionally avoiding her, taking another flight so he doesn’t have to see her, the source of his heartbreak. What happens when this flight is over? Will she see him again? What if he keeps avoiding her? As her mind continues to race, her heart pounding, another horrible thought enters her mind. Maybe he never wants to see her again.

A sob escapes her lips then, and Y/N jumps up, speed walking to the elevator. She doesn’t even make it inside before breaking down in tears. Thankfully, it’s empty, meaning she can let out all her feelings before reaching her floor without being noticed. Trying to keep herself upright, Y/N feels her body tremble as it’s wracked with sobs. Once she’s back out, she practically sprints to her room, ignoring everything else around her. All she can think of is Bucky.

Slamming the door behind her, Y/N climbs into her bed, sinking into her mattress. Burying her face into a pillow, she continues to sob. Bucky’s face sticks in her mind, as does the look on his face when he first saw her phone. That sight still causes her heart to ache, even now. And what hurts even more is the fact she can’t do anything to make things better. At least, not now. All she can do is hope that this is just a one off, and that when she next sees Bucky, she can explain it all then.

Unfortunately, as she returns to her regular life, things don’t get much better. After seeing Bucky at least four or five a week, either in passing or on her flights, that number falls. Soon, she starts not seeing him at all. Her texts to him also go unnoticed, and when he does reply, they’re not as cheerful or as frequent as she’s used to. And that means she’s forced to ask others how Bucky’s doing rather than simply asking him. She’s not used to working like this. Being together is what she and Bucky do, what they’re used to. They fly together, as a team. They’ve always been a team. The only times they’ve been on separate flights are few and far between. Bucky is the one constant she has in her job, and she’s grown accustomed to always seeing his face on her flights, and his smile whenever she enters the cockpit. She’s never had to account for this, for being apart from him… especially after what happened.

As more and more weeks go by with no sign of Bucky, the horrible realisation sets in even more. Bucky is avoiding her. He doesn’t want to see her again. And despite how much that thought destroys her, Y/N knows she has to respect his wishes. So she stops trying, not wanting to cause pain to either of them. Or at least… no more than she already caused. Of course, people around her soon start to notice how she’s noticeably more upset, and how she’s clearly lost her spark. Especially Sam, who she explained the situation to after he found her crying in the pilot’s lounge after a flight. At least the silver lining in this situation is getting to see him more than she’s used to.

“I’ll talk to him for you, if you want.” He offers one day as she passes over his food. “I can tell him you want to explain and that he needs to answer his fucking phone.” Y/N shakes her head.

“I’d love that… but no. If he still doesn’t want to talk to or see me even now, almost three months later, then I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me, Sam.” Sam raises a brow, and she sighs. “Has he blacklisted all the flights I’m on? Is he intentionally avoiding me?” Sam’s face softens.

“No Y/N, he’s not. Bucky could never and would never intentionally avoid you. He’s just been really busy recently.” She knows he’s lying to make her feel better. Why else would he not speak to her after all this? After she practically broke his heart? As she turns to leave, Sam’s voice sounds again. “He spoke about you the other week, actually.” His words send a jolt through her body, and she gasps.

“He did?” Sam nods.

“Mhm. He asked how you were, and if you were holding up. I think he’s missing you, too.” His words make her heart flutter, and a small smile grows on Y/N’s face. But then, the little voice of doubt speaks once more.

“So why doesn’t he just talk to me, then? I’m fed up with going through this pain, Sam. I just want it to stop!” She exclaims, sniffling.

“I know. I’ll talk to him. I promise.” He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, and Y/N nods sadly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that week, Y/N stands outside Chicago’s airport, waiting for the taxi to take her to her hotel. Scrolling through her phone, she murmurs to herself, massaging her temples and trying to ignore how much her heels are pinching her toes. That was one of the worst flights she’s ever been on, full of demanding adults, screaming babies and a drunk guy who just wouldn’t stop staring at her tits. Hopefully, this taxi shows up soon, so she can get to her hotel and kick her heels off.

“Hey stranger. Fancy seeing you here.” A familiar voice laughs. Immediately, Y/N’s heart begins to pound. Bucky.

His hair is a little longer than when she last saw him, a few tendrils falling in his face, which he brushes aside. Yet, he’s still got the same smile, the same eyes. He looks just as handsome as he always does.

“Hi. How was your flight?”

“Good. Good.” Bucky nods. “How was yours?”

“Shit.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Y/N wrestles with what to say to him. How to tell him the truth, that she’s always loved him and that being apart for so long has been horrific. Tell him that being apart from him for so long has been soul destroying. “Which hotel are you staying in?” Bucky asks, cutting through her thoughts.

“Same one as the last time we flew in together.” She doesn’t tell him that moment feels like a lifetime ago, and like they were both different people back then.

“Oh, me too. What a coincidence.” Once again, silence falls amongst the pair. In an instant, she’s transported back to that night in their hotel bar, when they were both unsure of what to say to each other. Now, things are so much more different between them. If only she knew back then just how wrong everything would go.

Thankfully, a taxi soon pulls up. “After you.” Bucky gestures to the door. “I’ll wait for the next one.” Y/N shakes her head.

“No, you take it. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Y/N, it’s freezing. You go.” He insists.

“You know… we’re both going to the same hotel, so it’s probably easier for us to ride together.” She suggests. “...That’s what the driver will say, anyway.” She stammers quickly. Of course, she’d love to ride with Bucky, despite how much her stomach is churning at the thought. All she can do is hope that he’s happy to see her too and that he wants to fix this just as much as she does.

For a while, all the pair do is look out the window, each huddled into their corner of the taxi. Both are unsure of what to say and waiting for the other to make a move. Sometimes, they get close to it - one takes a breath, and the other turns to them, only for them to say “It’s nothing.”

That is, however, until: “Did you get my flowers? I hope you liked them.”

“Yeah. They were gorgeous. Thanks.” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair once more.

“Sam told me you were asking about me. He probably told you I missed you. And he’s right, I really do miss you.” Y/N nods, feeling a twinge in her chest. “Flying without you these past few months just isn’t the same. We have a lot of fun together, don’t we?”

“We do. And I missed you too, Bucky. More than you’ll ever know.” As silence falls once more, she can see Bucky looking at her curiously, then glancing down at the floor before she can notice. She can tell what he wants pretty easily. After all, it’s the whole reason they stopped talking. He wants to ask her about her date. Y/N sighs. “Bucky, you don’t have to tiptoe around the question. Just ask me.” He looks up, startled, his cheeks flushing pink.

“I wasn’t, I-” He stammers at first. But then, he sighs once more. “I was just going to ask you how things were with you and… you know, dating.” Y/N takes a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Did you go out with that guy?”

“There never was a date. I didn’t go out with anyone. You got it all wrong.” He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“But I thought I saw-”

“All you saw was a guy liking my profile. And I turned him down. Actually, I turned them all down. Because they weren’t you, Bucky.” She scoots closer, closing the gap between them both as she looks into his blue eyes. The pair she’s missed for so long. “If you had stayed and listened, I was going to tell you that I love you. I always have. Every time I see you on the flight deck, I get so happy because I love seeing you. Your smile, your laugh… the way you can cheer me up on some of the worst days of my life. But no matter how hard I tried to connect with you, you never seemed to want me back, so I had a quick look at Tinder out of curiosity, which is what you saw. I’m sorry if I messed things up and confused you, but I tried to explain, and instead, you just ignored me for months! Sure, we’re busy in this job, but you couldn’t even send me one fucking text message?!” she demands as all her pain and anger from the past few months is finally released.

“Oh, god.” Bucky groans, holding his head in his hands. Immediately, Y/N’s heart sinks, and she starts hoping for whatever higher power there is to open the ground and swallow her whole. Why did she have to unload on him like that here? And from the way Bucky reacted, only one thought is in her mind.

He doesn’t like her back.

“I’m not asking for you to feel the same. I just want to stop the pain, and feeling like you hate me.” She states. “If you don’t feel the same, just tell me. And then we can go back to being friends… or whatever we are now.” She speaks, her voice quiet. Bucky sighs. Months ago, even before all of this happened, if you had told Y/N that this is where she would be now, pouring out her feelings for Bucky in a fucking taxi, she would’ve thought you were crazy. And yet, here she is.

“I do.” Bucky’s response comes out muffled at first, so quiet that she doesn’t hear it at first.

“I’m sorry?”

“I do like you back, Y/N. Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. You haven’t ruined anything, I have. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. Actually, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, but I’ve just been too scared to say anything. Seeing you on my flights makes me so happy, and the last thing I’d want is to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. When I saw that notification, I thought you didn’t feel me back, and I got so upset I wanted to be alone for a while. I didn’t want to intrude on your happiness, either, so I stayed away. Sam told me you were missing me, and I felt awful. I wanted to tell you the truth, but after being away from you for so long, I thought coming back out of nowhere would just make it worse.” He sighs. “I was only thinking about myself, and not how I was only making things worse.” He scoots over too, closing the gap between them both. “I’m so sorry I ruined everything between us. I’d understand if you never want to see me again.”

To his surprise, though, Y/N starts giggling slightly. “I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for as long as I can remember. And you’ve probably felt the same too. God, what are we like? We should’ve just told each other the truth from the beginning and saved ourselves all this mess.” At her words, Bucky starts laughing too.

“Yeah, we should’ve. Actually, Sam said he wanted to bang our heads together at one point.” He admits, and they both laugh. Hearing them both laughing together again causes a familiar, happy warm feeling to return to Y/N’s chest. Her love for Bucky Barnes. “At least now we can try to make things right.” He places his hand on top of hers, gently running one of his fingers along hers. “Can I take you out tonight to say sorry, and to start over?” Smiling, she nods.

“I’d love that.” Bucky brings her hand to his, gently pressing a kiss to it.

“Me too.” He smiles.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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reaperkaneki · 2 months

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ok here are my Thoughts on gin noto

under cut bc it got long lol

first off, he is very strong representation. as in, i think this might be the platonic ideal of a transmasc character. which has its good points and bad.

sweet-p’s arc was rooted in some obviously transphobic jokes/points/etc but at its core, her arc felt well-intentioned and overall she was definitely portrayed as one of the most sympathetic of the musicians (who are antagonists but certainly not outright villains, which the musician route makes abundantly clear). she also is not, like, described as trans per se, mostly as a crossdresser who loves cute things and wishes she were a cute girl (so like, she’s trans) and honestly her arc is about self-image and body dysmorphia in general (weight and age and outside perception are all major factors). and that’s what sets her apart from gin, gin is very much about Gender Dysphoria And Conforming To Societal Gender Roles first and foremost.

unlike sweet-p’s writing, gin’s doesn’t have any overt flaws to point to, which is why i had to mull it over for a while to figure out what was missing, and i think it’s because it is very much aimed at a cis audience. the narrative itself is perfectly fine, it’s the meta-narrative that bothers me.

when gin confesses that irl, he was assigned female at birth and presents as female in his day-to-day life, and asks the player, does this change anything, there is a right answer and a wrong answer. the wrong answer is to tell him that you don’t care what gender he is, it doesn’t change anything at all; gin perceives this as a half-assed, dismissive response said without thinking and becomes upset and it locks you out of the rest of his character episodes. the correct answer is to tell him that you don’t know, you’re not sure. maybe it does change things between the two of you. gin feels that this is a understandable position to take, like, of course it might be a big deal, it certainly feels like a big deal to him!

and yes, to someone who hasn’t encountered a trans person before, that’s probably a reasonable response. to me, specifically, a fellow transmasc person, i think i sorta laughed at this part because, like, the only thing that would change if a coworker or friend or whatever told me that they were actually stealth trans this whole time (and that’s being generous bc gin is Not Slick lmfao the foreshadowing for him being trans is super obvious to anyone who knows) i’d be like cool! love that for you. etc etc. bc transgenderism is Normal to me.

but the game assumes You Are A Cis Person Who Isn’t Sure How To React To Trans People. the game doesn’t let you be trans. there’s not a nonbinary option, despite having a cyborg for an antagonist and, more egregiously, a canonically nonbinary character in your party. (i’d say pronouns, but that’s not quite the same in japanese.) not that i was expecting that to be possible, but it is a clear separation of gameplay and story that hinders roleplay (in an rpg where your character’s backstory is almost completely undefined)!

this is not to say that gin is poorly written. like i said, he’s like the platonic ideal of representation. he’s easy to clock specifically because his experiences ring true; he’s always, always, always overcompensating and posturing “as a man”, he’s trying to conform to his own personal image of “what men do”, “how guy friendships work”, “what guys are interested in”. when asked why he gets along with women so well, he lies and says it’s because he has an, uh, older sister! so he’s spent a lot of time around women! he dresses trendy, but not too fashionably (because that’s feminine, he’s function over form allegedly), and the cut of his clothes is soooo. well. the silhouette is masculinizing, or at least androgynous, let’s say. he even wishes he were taller.

i’m pretty sure i’ve done most of those things. this is writing that either speaks from experience or understands the prompt and has done the goddamn research.

it is, however, very, VERY cool that he actually turns out to Not Be A Man, at least in the sense he’s always wanted to be. REALLY good nonbinary arc that i wish wasn’t constrained to, like, the last two character episodes. it’s the one interesting ‘twist’, and i love that it explains a lot of things about him! when he talks about working as a woman irl and busting his ass in heels, he sounds proud, even as he admits that presenting female always made him uncomfortable. and lo and behold, his catharsis effect sports a pair of gold heels! if he was just a hypermasculine trans man, that would be super uncomfortable, as if it were some sort of transphobic indicator of his ‘true self’ being feminine. but no, it’s because he’s hiding that aspect of himself. he repressed his masculine tendencies to conform to social norms, and then inadvertently did the same to his feminine side, but both are important. he likes the heels.

i also like that he’s bi and acknowledges that his relationships never worked out bc he hadn’t figured out his shit yet. it do be like that sometimes.

unfortunately, i think he’s also kind of boring? like, besides her wanting to be a cute girl, sweet-p had other stuff going on, she had that boke/tsukkomi routine with stork, she had a genuine love for yume-kawaii (whereas while gin has many interests, a not-insignificant part of those interests is male posturing), she was even a musician! i understand that gin’s blandness is On Purpose because he dislikes rocking the boat (but he hates posers, which was a genuinely interesting reaction from him that didn’t feature as strongly in his arc as i wanted. even kiriko comments on it), but doesn’t change the fact that he ain’t weird enough! can’t even be an only sane man bc he goes along with everyone’s bs lol

anyway gin is cool and well-written as a trans character but missing a bit otherwise. i’d still definitely love to hang out and get beef bowls and boba with him :)

#im tired as shit from work so like this is rambly nonsense rather than well-written analysis #but yeah. caligula effect good #caligula effect 2 spoilers #i guess. its below a read more.#this post is for like No one but me and janelle #niche jrpgs my beloved…. niche hrpgs can save me i know it

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OKAY! So when I was about 10/13 years old my mom took me to get a check up.. perfectly normal right? What could possibly go wrong.. oh yeah I was also there to get my shots.. I hate getting shots, always have always will.. it’s the syringe needles!! the fact that I know they have to be hollow enough for stuff to go in and out of the inside of those things is just wrong to me.. 😟 Anyway me and my Mom get there and everything SEEMS to be alright.. until the doctor comes back and says I have to get EVERY! SINGLE! SHOT! SINCE BIRTH!! OVER AGAIN!!!

Ya wanna know why??? BECAUSE THEY LOST ALL MY MEDICAL RECORDS!! ALL OF THEM!! 😡

Like okay yeah, shit happens I guess..

But.. my colorful, sugary sour Overlord.. They didn’t lose literally ALL my medical records once.. NOT twice!! NO no no no… BUT THREE FUCKING TIMES!!! In.. a.. row.. 😑 And all in the same Year.. I shit you not. 😤

Sssoooo yeah, I’m a bit traumatized and HATE going to the Doctor.. 😰

SO! 2020!! Covid shows up and I have to get a vaccine shot.. my Mom bless her heart comes with me, and I have to fill out the form… I spent an embarrassingly long time trying to write down my date of birth..

I was shaking so bad and ended up handing the paper & pen over to my Mom… Because I couldn’t remember which way the number 3 faced.. I was having a freaking mini panic attack.. at 21 🥲

I also had a panic attack & nearly fainted when I had to get my molars removed and the nurse showed up with the iv bag.. and I finally realized I was getting the syringe not the gas.. hadn’t panicked the whole time till that poor lady strolled in.. I think I scared her a lil when I started hyperventilating and asking my mom, wh-what what? What??? But it turned out okay!! That incident happened when I was about 18 I think..

🎃~

BRUH i know what you mean with the hating needles thing! I have had nothing but bad experiences with them. Like when I was younger I'd have to get allergy shots every week so I already HATED shots bc of that but then one day this super old bitch gave me my shot and literally stuck me so hard that the needle scraped my fucking bone! My bicep hurt for a whole month I couldn't do anything!

And then this one time I was in middle school and I had to get my blood drawn for testing, and some info about me I have always had very thick skin, and the nurse tried to use a butterfly needle but when she tried putting it in the damn thing broke against my skin! Anyways, everyone panicked for a hot sec and now it's in my file somewhere that they have to use big needles on me now! LIKE THE FUCK!?!?🤬🤬🤬

Ugh! If I sat here and told you all my needle stories we'd be here all day.

But my gods, how they gonna lose your damn records THREE FUCKIN TIMES!!!??? It's called a fuckin computer system you numb skulls! If it's really that hard to input the data yourselves then ffs just scan a pic of the records and save that!

Me: On behalf of my fruity heh subject, Skittle's gonna sue! *sprinkes dark matter on them bitches*

But fr tho same with the covid thing. In order to get my second vaccine I had to be drugged before going, and I STILL had a panic attack the whole time, not cause of my fear of needles tho. I mean it was a little bit because of the needles but mainly because of the agoraphobia. I think that was really the first instance of me being unable to function alone in public. I had to have Ritz and her mom there to talk for me and fill out the paper work cause I couldn't. I was shaking, I couldn't communicate outside of nodding to Ritz, and I couldn't even look at anyone other than Ritz. There were a few times I almost passed out inside of the clinic waiting room. I'm pretty sure now that I think about it that that was the last time I was out in public at all and that was almost 2 years ago. Definitely was NOT a good motivator to make me do it again lol. Sorry this is low key embarrassing for me to talk about and I honestly spent 30 minutes just deleting this and rewriting it over and over again before deciding to keep it

#🎃 anon #skittle answers #skittle rambles

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secretsandwriting · 2 years

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Murder Made Us Do It

Part Twelve: A History On Cults

When a killer targeting couples manages to avoid both the Justice League and the Devil Fugitives, the two “enemies” decide to work together to bring him down. How do you catch a killer targeting couples? You bait him with couples. It couldn’t go wrong, right?

TW WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse, death, human experimentation, kidnapping, electroshock therapy, phycological abuse, phycological horror, gunshot wounds, autopsies, bullet removal, shrapnel removal, animal abuse, organs outside of the body, starvation, forced iv, blood.

Probably over tagged but I figured better safe than sorry. Anyways idk how much I like this but its good enough! I hope those of you ok with reading it like it!

SUMMARIZED VERSION WITHOUT ALL THE TRIGGERS

ALSO, if you like it pls comment or reblog with your thoughts bc i would love to hear them :D

“I really hate to have to be the one to say it… But ever since we cut contact, Matchmaker hasn’t shown up, we’ve all been feeling like we’re being watched, and we keep hearing about these people with smiley face masks. Something is going on and the only people who knew all the details are Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Jacob and ourselves. The onl-” Alistair looked ready to cry.

“And the only one who wouldn’t face direct problems from it would be Jacob.” Ry finished for him.

“But he took us in, helped us learn how to function in society, got us therapy and countless other things. Why would he do something like this?” It didn’t make sense, why would he put so much effort into helping the three of you while helping the other side.

“The biggest question is who’s he helpi-” A hand clamped over your mouth and held you down, within seconds Ali and Ry were pinned as well. A familiar weight was clamped over your neck and the pain that came with it was just as bad as you remembered.

“No! Please! I promise I’ll be good!” You begged the man in the white coat. “I promise! I’ll sit still and I won’t hurt anyone I’m not supposed to! Just please don’t put the collar on! It hurts so much!” He hadn’t listened and the power restraining collar had been forced on despite your begging.

You were pulled from your memories when you were lifted up after being securely cuffed. Jacob stood up front, talking with one of the old scientists you thought had been killed. He glanced over and smirked. His eyes didn’t hold the warmth you were used to. It was like he was someone else entirely.

“Get them in the van. Make sure no one notices.”

Why couldn’t nice things last.

Tim looked down at his phone when it pinged. Alistair. A soft smile grew on his face and the rest of the family grinned to themselves. It was cute and good blackmail material.

“What’d your boyfriend say?”

“It’s just a location. Their hou-” He was cut off by the sound of Jason’s phone. Ry judging by the look on his face. He stepped away to answer before coming back and putting it on speaker. It sounded like Trash. The chatter was clearly a racoon and he sounded upset.

“The SOS.” Dick looked sick.

“What.” Bruce stood up.

“Y/n told me that they have a three part SOS and that the order they would come in would be Alistair, Ry, and then her. But her part was just a bunch of numbers and a book-” He typed through his phone before showing them a screenshot with a series of numbers.

“That's a safe code.”

“We need to go now!”

The entire group moved fast, getting into costume before getting into vehicles and speeding away. Within record time they were entering the house. Everything looked normal until two disturbed animals came running in. Trash waved them in while Appa started moving further into the house.

They were led to a bookshelf that Trash scaled until he reached one book and tugged, looking back at the group. Damian stepped forward.

“A history of Cults?” He reached out and grabbed the book to pull it out but it only went so far before it stopped and they heard a click. Appa yowled from her spot on the ground, front paws up on the bookshelf and almost mimicking pushing it. Steph moved to help the cat and the bookshelf moved easily revealing a safe. The safe’s door was ripped off and it was empty.

“They go-” Appa yowled, interrupting Bruce and turning their eyes down to where Trash was acting something out.

“Behind it!” Jason moved and started inspecting the safe, Tim joining him. “Here. Pull!” The safe was moved and under it was another safe. “The code!” Dick put in the code and the door opened. He pulled out three files and a notebook. On the front of the books, in all caps, READ IN A SECURE LOCATION! Back to the Batcave, this time, they called the rest of the league to join them.

“Why are we here?”

“The three from Devil’s Fugitives. Ghost, Cryptic, and Hacker have been kidnapped. We don’t know why or by who but they left us everything to get into their safe where we pulled these.” Bruce set the files and the notebook on the table. “We’re going to go over them and see if we can get any information off of them.”

“Ok, why is Dick holding a cat and a raccoon clinging to Jason?”

“They’re the girl’s pets.”

The first file was scanned in and within seconds the first page was pulled up.

Subject 404

It was Alistair’s judging by his ability listed. The reality of how bad it was, slowly started sinking in. They all saw the signs of past trauma, wasted as the three refused to explain things they had asked about, how how they all had weird habits that seemed off. But they never would have realized the full extent.

They hadn’t even gotten past the first page with the training plan. Just the training plan. But it was horrific. The detailed daily schedule consisted of electroshock therapy, whatever the hell fear training was, 6 hours of training daily, then an additional 4 hours of mental training as well as a whole slew of other things they didn’t want to figure out.

The second page was worse. It was the scientist's notes. While it was all important and all extremely twisted, a few things stood out to them.

—---

Today pain training went well, the subject barely flinched when he was shot. Tomorrow we’ll try multiple shots.

—---

The subject is starting to settle down. He’s not trying to make friends anymore and he’s going quietly when the guards go get him.

—---

The subject is showing signs of fear towards rats. Tomorrow he’ll go through fear training and will be locked in a cage with them until he’s no longer afraid.

—---

Today we introduced the subject to another to compare compatibility.

—---

The subject seems to be working well with Subject 532.

—---

The Subject and Subject 532 will be introduced to the third.

—---

Subjects 404, 532, and 673 have been introduced and started training together. Its only a matter of time before our goals are completed.

—---

The subjects seem to be getting too friendly. He was put down.

—---

During Subject 404’s autopsy, 31 bullets, 45 shrapnel, and 392 foreign items were removed. They’re currently in the process of fixing the broken bones, once that’s complete we’ll move onto the enhanced Lazurus pit injections we created.

—---

The injection was just inserted into the subject's heart. Now it’s a waiting game

—---

The subject’s heart has started beating on its own.

—---

One of the side effects seems to be a change in blood color, It's now a dark turquoise.

—---

The first training session since the revival has revealed an increase of physical abilities.

—---

The subjects are still too close. When a guard tried to separate them, he was killed without hesitation. They’re getting stronger, we’re getting closer.

The only sound in the cave was Tim’s sobs. It was horrific. No one wanted to move onto the other files but they had too. They needed a clue as to where they would be.

The Next file was labeled Subject 532. It was Ry’s. The first page was basically the same, all the normal information a doctors office would have and then another horrible schedule plan. The Rest of the file was notes, and they braced themselves for the worst.

—---

Subject 532 is doing well with the fear training. It only takes an hour for her to get over most fears.

—---

The subject is still overly friendly with others but that could work as a cover so we’re letting it slide for now.

—---

We’ve found a good punishment for the subject since meals weren’t enough leverage. Give her punishments to the animals she trains with and she’ll break.

—---

The subject was introduced to a potential teammate. Subject 404. We’re not sure how it will go yet.

—---

The two subjects seem to be working well together. We’ll adjust their training to match

—---

A Third subject will be introduced. It’s earlier than planned but we’re progressing well.

—---

The first training with the third is going well. They’ve seemed to click well. Training will be adjusted again

—---

The subject has gotten too close with the others. We were afraid of this. Subject 532 has been terminated.

—---

Subject 532’s autopsy went well. All foreign objects were removed and bones and organs were patched up. Her organs will be placed in the body and the Enhanced Lazarus Pit serum will be injected tomorrow

—---

The Subject's heart has started beating. It’s estimated she’ll be back up in less than a week

—---

There's been a change in blood color as well as a few other vitals.

—---

The first training session went well. The subject is showing signs of advanced physical abilities and increased aggression. More testing will be needed to find the limit

—---

The subjects are still too close. When separation is mentioned around them they go ballistic. Its only a matter of time before they’re too strong for any chains mankind can create

Jason looked sick, between crying and screaming. No one could blame him. The things they read in the last hour were horrible. No one should have to go through anything like that. They continued on.

Subject #673

—---

Starvation training is going good. It’s been 6 days since her last meal and she hasn’t broken yet.

—---

The subject seems to be avoiding others, that's good for now

—---

The subject refused to drink anything again today. We’ll have to use an IV

—---

The subject is doing well with most of her training. She’s being prepared for her introduction with the other two subjects.

—---

The subject wasn’t working well with the other two until a little into the session. They’ll be good together

—---

Training has been adjusted to better match the three of them. However the subjects appear to be getting too close.

—---

As feared, the subjects became too close to each other. Subject 673 was killed.

—---

The subject was autopsied and put back together with the Enhanced Lazarus Pit liquid injected into her heart at the end.

—---

Her vitals are returning to normal and she should be ready to go soon. Her blood has started to change color.

—---

The first training session has revealed an increase in physical ability. This will do wonders for our goal.

—---

The subject has started showing signs of increased hostility, right now sh-

It abruptly cut off and blood could be seen at the bottom of the paper. There was nothing to help there. Just a list and descriptions of the horrors the three went through. That left their only hope in the notebook.

The three boys had seen enough, they had spent the last 7 months getting closer to them only to have them ripped from them and then shown the horrors the three had grown up with. But they needed to find them. They needed to save them. And they needed information for that

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kenslilove · 9 months

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❤️ for the selfship game <33 pls i need to see how your family would react to the announcement too

Hehe hiiiii my beloved <333 this is so cute I’m so excited!! Thank you for asking <333

❤️ any talk about marriage?

Ken: yes, absolutely. But only after we’ve been together for about 5-6 years. Kenneth n I have a strong relationship, and we’re very in love, but we wanted to make sure that we were 100% on our feet and ready for marriage. Tbh, methinks he gave me a ring long before we were actually married. We wear matching gold bands <33 his on his chain bc he doesn’t wanna wreck or damage it at work 🥹 the reaction from my family too was very much expected. They got used to Ken being around bc I started bringing him to family functions the moment we started dating. They didn’t like him at first, but by the time marriage was purposed and they saw how he treated me they were thrilled to bring him into the family <33

Souf: omg yes, and he plans a big proposal with my mom n sister fr. It’s flashy and extravagant and the ring was his grandmothers, nothing but Portuguese gold <33 my family is so excited to have him apart of the family bc of our upbringings. He gets my culture and can actually communicate with my loved ones. He’s loud n rambunctious and gets along with my avo’s <33 despite the big proposal with my family hiding in the bushes taking a million pictures, at the lil party we have after he pulls me aside so we can have a private dance on the beach (yes I picture him asking me to marry him at a beach or on vacation) as we’re swaying he’d bring my hand ti his lips and kiss the ring. “I’m so happy you’re all mine, Gata.”

Barou: oh my Shoei… 😭 listen, the first time I brought up marriage he was white in the face. Life got sucked outta him for a moment even though I was playing. He wants to get married, but he’s so committed to his career he thinks that he won’t make a great husband. My family unfortunately, thinks that way too. Despite his success they think he’s too harsh, not devoted enough. But, I don’t care. My family has always been… a lil absent at times esp when it comes to seeing what’s really good for me and Shoei acknowledges that and reminds me of it when he’s holding me close after we’ve had a really long talk about marriage. “Don’t let them stop you from doing what you know you want to do. I’ll marry you— if you let me.”

Kuroo (n bokuto 🫣): EEEEEEEE KUROO MY BELOVED <333 tbh, kuroo and I were talking about marriage our first week of dating 💀 we were super lovesick for one another right off the bat and we were that couple in collage calling each other “hubbie” and “wifey” 💀 as we got older tne love was still there but it wasn’t as.. honeymoon-y :’)) here’s the kicker though. Bokuto joined our relationship before we got married, and here in Canada (in a lot of countries to I believe) plural marriages are not legal. Poly couples… well. They aren’t normalized in society, despite how valid they are yknow?? And my family is insanely old school. So, when we did told them the three of us were dating, let alone wanting to be married, it wasn’t pretty. It caused a big riff. Methinks my parents wouldn’t come to whatever wedding/ceremony we’d have for the three of us but that’s okai, my boys n I had a wonderfully magical night with the people who care <33

Self ship ask game <33

#this is realy long I’m so sorry USKSJSJ #I just kinda—#kept going #:’)))#thjank you again bb <33 #I had a lot of fun writing this!#ask games #selfships <33 #my beloveds <3

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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So Everything else has gone wrong is giving me major Pogtopia vs. Manburg vibes. It’s always fun trying to spot the events and relationships referencing canon in AUs. The crimeboys be doing crime, but they aren’t the only ones. They are just slightly better at it because of some supernatural abilities. And I love how that is 1. Not a common thing at all, which explains all the secretly having to switch you could just take as trying not to be seen because Wilbur’s being cased.

2. It seems to be a hard magic system. Wilbur can’t just change into anyone, he has to constantly consciously keep the change in position. Because of that he has to know what the person he shifts into looks like, and I love that how well he knows a person affects how fast he can shift into them. On top of that there’s some serious painful drawbacks and a clear limit on how long he can keep going (which depend on how often his shifts and how much energy he has).

Tommy seems to have the same thing. I don’t know what things clairvoyance is capable of because I don’t think I know what the word means in English, but it seems to be some combination of telepathy and being all-knowing, but in a way where you have to focus to do it. So obviously Tommy uses that to always bet on the right outcome. Also, his drawbacks seem like shit.

Gotta love all the references to backstory such as whatever happened between Niki and Schlatt as well as Quackity, Schlatt and Wilbur. It’s a nice example of showing vs. Telling. We are technically told what happened between Niki and Schlatt (though it’s vague enough to not feel like exposition and it’s done by a character talking). We are very clearly told something happened between Schlatt, Quackity and Wilbur, but then we are shown how close they were via Wilbur knowing him well enough to know he’s not bluffing and the touching knees. Also, Quackity not selling Wilbur out mainly because Schlatt’s a bitch but also a little because Wilbur indirectly says he deserves better than Schlatt. (though Schlatt not believing him is a very good point.

Also, gotta love self-sacrificial Wilbur. Though he does have a much better chance at getting away with it and Tommy has the money on him, but it’s more protective older brother than common sense. Still, it’s a solid plan, it’s just a shame he overexerted himself by running and shifting and couldn’t hold on until he was actually safe. Also, that he didn’t think of Niki because that held him up and made him have to shift longer.

As you can tell, I’m mild obsessed with this concept. I love the worldbuilding. It’s very intriguing and fun.

-🌲

YEAHHHH the dynamics were definitely inspired by pogtopia vs manberg. I love including loose parallels to dsmp events I feel like it's just such a fun thing to base conflict on

yeah I wanted to make crimeboys abilities not be a normal thing in the world bc i see so many aus where 'powers' are considered the norm. and that's all well and good I've written those myself, but I just wanted to try something different. so yeah the general public does not know those abilities exist at all, hence why wilbur and tommy have to keep it a secret.

I wanted wilbur's shapeshifting to feel realistic. I had to think to myself how I wanted it to function—whether it was more of an illusion-type thing where wilbur can just project an alternate image to everyone around him, or if he's actually physically changing his body. I went with the latter because I felt like it had a lot more restriction to it, which made it more interesting for me to work with. technically he doesn't have to personally know someone well enough to shift into them, but he has to have spent a LOT of time observing them which is almost only going to happen when he, y'know, hangs out with someone a lot. like could he stalk a stranger for days on end and be able to shift into them really well without saying a single word to them? technically yes. but it's just easiest if he knows the individual personally.

clairvoyance is defined as 'the claimed psychic ability to gain information about an object, person, location, or physical event through extrasensory perception.' it can also be described as being able to perceive future events 'beyond normal sensory contact'. it's kind of a loose term when it comes to describing psychic abilities, but for tommy specifically I decided he's got three main things he can do. 1) he can remotely view a location or person he's not physically near. technically, he can only do this to a limited range, so if he's inside a building he'll just be able to look out onto the street but not go much further than a block or two. but because of the psychic link he and wilbur have, he can remotely view wilbur and the area he's in up to way greater distances, so that's what he's doing for most of the chase scene. 2) he was able to form that psychic link with wilbur, giving them the ability to communicate telepathically (not technically part of clairvoyance but it's just a bonus I gave him). wilbur didn't do this at all, that's not in his wheelhouse. tommy bonded them. 3) perceive future events but only in a very limited sense. this is how tommy was good at gambling. he can see what's going to happen right in front of him in the next few minutes. it tires him out to do this because it's an ability he has to 'activate', and he can only see what's going to happen around him specifically, hence why he doesn't use this during the chase. but if he's about to bet on a dice game or a roulette wheel, he'll be able to see what the winning number will be before it happens

I had so much fun indirectly explaining the backstory between those four characters (wilbur schlatt niki and quackity). especially with the 'niki' and schlatt interaction. it's such a unique perspective to get for a convo like that (schlatt thinking he's talking to niki but he's actually talking to wilbur), and I had a lot of fun playing around with how I'd imagine wilbur would act pretending to be niki while also setting up schlatt and niki's dynamic in this.

and then of course quackity. ah, tntduo. they gotta have something going on in every universe lmao

yeah while wilbur's plan was him pulling a self-sacrificial move it was also the best option for their situation. they were going to be way slower running through that crowd together, so getting tommy away was the priority. and what better way to do that than by tricking the guys following them? yeah, it exhausted him, but if he had chosen someone other than niki to shift into after tommy then he would've gotten back to tommy way faster. it was only bc pulled that stupid move that he was delayed talking to schlatt and overexerted himself so much.

i'm so glad you enjoyed!! i had so much fun with the worldbuilding and dynamics of it all

#ask #spruce anon #everything else has gone wrong

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amoxxii · 2 years

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The Cleric Who Cannot Cure pt.1

https://tenor.com/view/eddie-munson-eddie-eddie-stranger-things-stranger-things4-edit-gif-25801714

It’s about u becoming Eddie’s savior( Maths tutor )

Disclaimers!!!

1. English is not my first language.

2. I don't know much about the '80s.

3. I know nothing about DnD.

4. I know almost nothing about the American school system.

5. The protagonist in this fanfiction is oddly specific and very hard to insert yourselves in. It's pretty much self-indulgence fic, but I just decided to leave out my name and share it with the world. ((The protagonist is the new Asian kid in the town.This is my plan for now))

6. I'm pretty new to fanfiction and Tumblr.

7. swearing 💀💀💀

8. ooc bc I binged and didn’t pay much attention except for the Eddie part.

9.prob eventually angst idk yet

I decided to write this to get Eddie Munson out of my head, hopefully. I haven't been able to function as a normal human being for a week now. No thoughts, just scenarios with Eddie on repeat.

"Hi! Ms.O'Donnell assigned me to tutor Maths for you-uh-Debbie?" Glancing at your sweaty palm mid-sentence because you are unbelievably bad with names, you announced. Burst into the room, check. Talk to Debbie, fuck, you have to identify her first. Oh shit, this is it. You already started the conversation. There is no going back now. What if Debbie is not in the club today?? But Debbie is a girl's name, and there's only one girl in this room so that’s still alright. There was a burst of sudden laughter right after you finished the sentence. What the hell is going on, why are they all laughing? Did you pronounce something wrong? Is she not Debbie?? Fuck. This is so scary. And what in the world is this club doing in this bloodcurdling room?? "Lady Applejack, perhaps you got too carried away with all this D&D. Is your new persona named Debbie? I thought you know better than to come up with this awful name." A voice boomed from behind the screen with a little chuckle. Fuck, you almost squealed. Didn’t know there was a person there. Your heart is pumping the blood so fast, the gushing sound almost drowns every other noise." And I thought you freak knew better than to assume I am bad at something." The girl in front of you retorted. Oh no. Did you cause a commotion? What is going on? If she is not Debbie then who is Debbie?? "There ain't no Debbie in this room. Are you mistaking something?" she asked, looking back at you. "I...I'm pretty sure I come to the right place." You hesitantly read out the smudged scribble on your hand. Thank god for the script. "...Debbie Munson, Hellfire club?" Followed suit by another laughter, even louder than the first time. Fuck, you wished the ground would just swallow you. This is so not worth it! Just for some extra points and to be in Ms. O'Donnel's grace. And what is so fucking funny?? "Debbie Munson! Debbie the freak Munson!!!" A boy roared while rolling on the floor from all that laughing. "Hey, hey, tone it down, tone it down, boys." The voice belonged to the man who suddenly emerged from behind the screen. Thank god, I’m saved. "Do you seriously don't know Eddie The Freak Munson?" The boy who was still on the floor quipped. You panicked. What??? Eddie??Freak?? What have you gotten yourself into? That kinda explains the sketchy room and suspicious club name.Wait..is this a cult?? "I-I haven't been familiar with Hawking's customs yet. I-is this something I'm supposed to be a-aware of?" you spluttered. "DUDE!" "Dustin, you are going to scare her off!" The man finally walked out to greet you. "Told you! This is my year! They are already sending me my cleric! Oh, dear cleric, please heal me from all the damage Calculus has done to me." The man who you think is Eddie said while feigning a heart attack. You flinched with widened eyes from the sudden actions. You are going to be so dead by the end of the day. It’s either from your own anxiousness or these scary people sacrificing you to satan. And what is a cleric? Why are you the cleric? What the hell are they talking about? "Talking about scaring her off." scoffed a taller kid. You gained back your composure, which you have little to none since the beginning. Think y/n, think. What should you do next, if you don’t want to be dead?

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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I hate when people disregard mental disabilities that dont stop you from doing things physically, i have a type of Dyslexia called dysgraphia, this is when basically i can not focus on more than one thing at a time, for example, in highschool I couldn’t write notes and focus on what the teacher was saying at the same time, i would have to wait until the teacher was done talking before i could write all the notes down, i still struggle with this in college as well. Now last night At work i got literally screamed at for messing up a woman’s order, she had ordered over the phone and wanted to pick it up. Now we have a computer where we just select the options as the costumer tell us what they would like. Now i’m not using my Dysgraphia as an excuse, believe me i can still function like everyone else but taking orders over the fun has ALWAYS been a challenge. And i would have told my boss that but i felt like i was making up an excuse and honestly when people use their ADHD and other things to get out of stuff it annoys the heck out of me, i still own up to my mistakes, i just wish that people will realize that just because it doesn’t affect me on the outside doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect me on the inside- 🌈 anon

hey rainbow anon :)

that's a shame you have dysgraphia. i can only imagine how annoying that can be at times, especially in a job environment.

that being said, it wouldn't be an excuse if you said "i can't do this bc i have dysgraphia", just like it's not an excuse when ppl with adhd can't focus. it's an explanation to why you don't have it the same as others, that this is what makes you different and thus the "normal" way of going about things isn't the way you can do it. it's not an excuse bc at the end of the day, that's just how your brain works. nothing is gonna change that. it means ppl should make accommodations for you so that you can succeed at the same level as your peers, or coworkers. or at the VERY LEAST be respectful towards you.

and even ppl with adhd have good and bad days. i'm assuming the same can be said for you.

i'm sorry that you got screamed at. that shouldn't have happened, regardless of your circumstances. fuck the person that yelled at you.

#ask #personal

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 1 year

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have to type all my thoughts out or else i won’t be able to focus on everything else i gotta work on (bad adderall trait is just. hyperfocus on the wrong thing like this. complaining abt it but hey. even this is a form of ? work. of thinking and discussing. of journaling maybe)

1 adderall shortage. i took one today and have two more. i’ll save em for tutoring days/mondays which will give me a grace period of tuesday + wednesday for ? getting tasks done until i can’t rly do anything thursday-sunday/until like what? fucking april? thankfully i have enough clonazepam so i can take half of that at a time at least for anxiety if i need to go out or if my mental health gets bad without adderall (before it was Normal bc i knew it was bad but i just. wasn’t bothered by it. now it’s like i know what being able to function feels like and going without that is horrible. just feeling useless and down bc of it and UGH it’s literally the fucking worst it’s tough to explain

2 i did buy a lot of drinks though for the non adderall days. i have lipton iced tea (watermelon green, green w citrus) and some pink lemonade for non-adderall days, a vanilla latte coffee jug, a caramel ?macchiato? coffee jug, a blonde roast coffee jug, and a small peppermint latte drink (and like an Inch of coffee in another drink leftover lol) plus a bunch of hot cocoa bombs for either kind of day. so at least i’m keeping positive and thinking of this time as coffee drinkie time!!!

3 BUT i feel like i fucking wasted my fucking adderall today BECAUSE yes i had tutoring and adderall means i don’t have a lot of anxiety in the way i did before. not that it cures agoraphobia or anything but i just don’t overthink things. yeah i still have other anxiety but !!! it’s a lot better w all these medications at play. SO YES I FELT I NEEDED TO TAKE IT AND YES I FEEL GOOD RN BUT i was gonna make smashed potatoes for dinner and my mom was like and? and i’m like i literally don’t know i just had the potatoes listed but hey! it’s cooking! it’s a thing to eat! but it’s never fucking good enough bc it’s not a “meal.” she’s always fucking asking “what we have for meals” when i don’t fuckign work like that. i have energy to make potatoes so we’re having fucking potatoes, eggs if u want sure! but i am not going to spend three hrs cooking chicken that she thinks u can throw plain into the oven CHICKEN I WILL NOT EAT I AM NOT SPENDING ALL THIS TIME AND ENERGY, EVEN IF IT’S EASY ADDERALL ENERGY, ON FOOD I WILL NOT EAT

4 plus she offered up wendy’s instead and i’m like. i couldn’t even cook tonight. i had a chicken sandwich that was almost too much chicken and i just. Why was it not good enough for u. even if i wanted to make a three course meal (she’s always asking for sides), how am i expected to do that every day of the week. how am i expected to do that mon-wed on adderall when i have other things i want to do and will have limited appetite bc of the adderall

5 apparently she told my sister she hates my cooking? even tho i’m only taking the sugar out entirely bc she’s diabetic??? and i only do that for pancakes???? i cook fucking melted (fondant) potatoes and smashed potatoes and good pancakes and eggs just like most ppl and baked bread and snacks like ??? fuck OFF

6 so like. i also explained that i’m not having a recent influx of food sensory issues, i’m just being honest w myself and not guilting myself into feeling like i need to eat things i’m disgusted by BC I GOT TOLD BY HER + BY A FAMILY FRIEND THAT ME SWITCHING TO LOWFAT MILK FROM WHOLE MILK IS CAUSING MY SENSORY ISSUES. I LITERALLY GOT “MILK CAUSES AUTISM”ED

7 but apparently she heard none of this, as always, ignoring my history of food sensory issues, ignoring that i’m prioritizing my comfort w food choices, ignoring that i’m prioritizing my own food and cooking preferences in terms of what i cook/focusing on what i’ll eat and not the # of sides, AND I KNOW SHE ALWAYS DOES THIS BUT I FINALLY FEEL LIKE I’M MAKING HEADWAY AND THAT SHE UNDERSTANDS WHAT I’M SAYING BUT SHE NEVER DOES

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The only person I can talk to about my sexuality and sexual preferences without feeling like a dumbass or sack of shit is my therapist and this void here

Like I remember bringing up the notion that I identified a lot with being demisexual to my ex because really, I only wanted sex with her. Like yeah it can feel good, but I don’t necessarily need it. My brain views jerking and the like when single as a function, because I know the result of it and I get it done quick. I don’t need to enjoy it or set a mood or whatever. But she seemed to just brush it off because I guess she equated it to me making an excuse about things. Which I can understand why in context, but like many other things I was legitimately being genuine about it.

Like I really don’t think about sex right now, especially because if I do it’s with her and that process hurts me. I felt so strongly that it’s stuck, even though my brain knows the logical thing to do. Like fuck this explains why my dating history is so fucking wildly varied when you look at it in context compared to the type of girl I think is ideal (ex was 100% my type of girl physically, but I met her first and got to know her without seeing her when I started to like her)

Then like my other behaviors like looking at shit on social media that is risqué makes fucking sense too. My thought, if I did have one when seeing something was “oh I wanna do this with her” or “oh she would look good doing this” “I can see her looking great wearing this”. If I wasn’t thinking about it I just looked at it from an aesthetic value but not paying close attention to it it really putting more thought into it. Unless it was art that showed glaringly skewed perspective and proportions — then my brain screeches at me that something is wrong.

But yeah, that shit is also why I told her something along the lines of “sex is great, but I don’t necessarily need it. Do I want and crave it with you? Hell yeah I do”. She just kind of saw the first part and thought I didn’t care about sex with her at all.

The other thing that affected that aspect for me was my health. I had too many physical conditions that affected my performance and too many mental conditions too. It was just a recipe for disaster sometimes. I remember plenty of times being at it with her and I notice something small that’s completely unrelated and not something I need to get distracted by like a car passing by on the road nearby. Or my thoughts just wandering on their own like the adhd fuck I am. Not to mention my depression literally just killed an sensitivity I had in most of my body anywhere. The spots where I was sensitive before are like overwhelming now and I can perform and actually think about it and enjoy it. It can /feel/ good but it’s not fulfilling. I wish I would have been able to experience it like this with her. But well that’s not happening.

I mean before I used to draw blanks on what I liked sometimes bc I just didn’t know. But I also didn’t have understanding of what was wrong. It was trying to run a car with no engine or tires basically. I kind of wish I got to explore this and talk about it more concisely with her because trying to explain this before was such a fucking daunting task — even though I hit some of the same notes and reasons I just didn’t sound confident in it. I didn’t sound confident to her when it came to my attraction to her at a point — or it came off like that to her.

I mean shit I’m in the prime of my life now and even though I had offers on the table and still do, I felt kind of gross doing it to just do it. Like I couldn’t follow through with it on two reasons. One: I still have strong feelings for my ex unfortunately, two: it just felt increasingly off, I knew the sensations felt good but I just felt more gross than normal. Like even getting kissed by what would be considered a conventionally attractive girl felt fucking gross and off. I didn’t really want it and I just pulled away, my brain yelled at me because of who it was not with.

Honestly it’s annoying when I think about it, but it’s also who I am too.

#shut up pls dex #the adhd experience #the big ol’ sexuality talk

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phawareglobal · 2 years

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Stacy Physick - phaware® interview 376

Canadian pulmonary hypertension patient, Stacy Physick was diagnosed with PH in 2011. She immediately got her affairs in order, believing she only expected to survive 1-3 years. Now, 10 years post-diagnosis she shares her journey and her conscious decision to lead a normal life.

Stacy Physick: My name is Stacy Physick and I'm in Chilliwack, BC, Canada. It took a while for my pulmonary hypertension diagnosis. I actually didn't start medication until 2011. My connection to PH is they believe it started because I had shortness of breath and a bunch of different symptoms, and I had a bunch of different tests done. Finally my doctors decided it was PH, but what they believed it was caused from was PVOD, pulmonary veno occlusive disease. They thought that was going to move fairly rapidly with me. When they finally decided to start medication, it was just to help slow that progression, hopefully, as well as the PH progression.

I also had open heart surgery when I was four and a half years old and I'm now 63. It didn't stem from that. I'm left with a VSD, a ventricular sepal defect. I also have a small ASD that I've developed over the years, but I've held real stable my whole life with that. I've always been checked by a cardiologist. So that's really where my journey began is because of my breathing issues and shortness of breath and tiredness and things like that.

How I knew the diagnosis was happening is I see a cardiologist on a regular basis. I've seen him annually for basically my entire life. He started with a change in my pulmonary pressure. He noticed, and he said, "You know, don't worry about it yet. It might be okay." I had been at that point already identifying that I had shortness of breath. I wasn't remembering things quite as well. I was a corporate trainer and I also did a lot of presentations, pretty much daily. I did that for a few years. As the years progressed, I started getting shorter and shorter breath trying to talk. So he had noted this pulmonary pressure increase. Then what he did is he said, "We'll just watch it." Then six months later, I came back for a second echocardiogram and the pressures were even higher.

Then my doctor sent me to a pulmonary specialist and that's when they did some more testing. I had pulmonary function tests, another echo. I had a heart catheterization and that's when they determined that, "Nope, you've got pulmonary hypertension." That's where it started from.

The whole reality at that point was kind of a shock to me because he continued to do other tests and then he did the CT scan found out that looked like I was full of PVOD in my lungs. Then the diagnosis came that's likely what it was. We were going to treat it as that. He had done all the clinical testing he said minus the fact of a lung biopsy, which would be the ultimate check off point to say that definitively it was PVOD. Then they set me up with a thoracic surgeon and it was at that time based on my pressures too, they said it was too risky to even do the lung biopsies. So I sort of started with that.

Then what they told me was, "One to two, three years at the outside, because there's no treatment for it, there's no way to cure it and there's no actual direct treatment for the PVOD." So what they wanted to do was treat my pulmonary pressures and try to slow those pressures, which would hopefully slow the progression of the PVOD. They also told me when I was starting, that the drugs that they were putting me on may actually exacerbate the PVOD and it could move faster. So it was a lot to take in because I'm thinking, "Oh great. Now I've got to get my life in order and do all this stuff." Because I had a clock. So it started from there, but I started the medication and that was the beginning of it.

On a day-to-day basis, I was just trying to deal with the reality of the diagnosis that I was given. I was still working full time. As I said, I'm a corporate trainer and I did a lot of presentations as well. What I found is I had already been struggling with tiredness and shortness of breath. So I spoke to my work and we sort of slowed down the volume of presentations. Sometimes I would do eight hours of presentations a day and training and I would just run out of breath. I couldn't do it. Then I would start coughing and I couldn't stop coughing. As things progressed, I found my memory wasn't so good either, which was really affecting my presentation. So I was very fortunate. I had the support from my company and my HR department.

I modified what I was doing. I was able to work for about three years before my cardiologist and lung specialists, the PH specialists, both said that I needed look at cutting back on my work because we were having trouble controlling my pressures at that point. So what I did is I looked to going part-time. I did fight it for a while because I was still fighting my diagnosis, I'll say. I had made the decision early on that life for me was going to be normal, especially for me and my family. I didn't want to show I was ill or had things wrong, for the mindset of my family and my grandchildren. So that kept me working a lot longer than I probably should have. But I finally did go off on disability three and a half years after diagnosis.

I actually was directed right away, once I met the pulmonary hypertension specialist, he and his nurses did identify that there was the PHA Canada Facebook page. I used that and it's been very helpful. I learned a lot. I've posted a lot and especially over the years because the medications they put me on clearly have slowed my diagnosis because I'm still here.

The insurance in BC is different other provinces. For me at the very beginning, when I was put on the medications due to the high cost of the first medication that they put me on, I really struggled financially because my extended plan through my company only covered a limit. I hit that limit basically within the first month. I was then directed to a patient support program through my PH specialist, who were able to cover an additional piece, monthly, of what I was having to pay out. We did have to pay out of pocket and it was extremely expensive. It also put the worry of, "Can I continue to do that?" That went on for close to three years.

Then I actually also got the support of the pharmacy department because I guess they also take a piece of the pie, I'll say, they mark it up a little bit. He said, "You're paying so much for this medication already." He goes, "I won't charge you anything for it. I just can't in good conscience do that." So for his pharmacy, he just charged me what it cost me, which was really helpful, but it took about three years. Then after that, the patient support program kicked in even more. I believe it had something to do with the pharmaceutical company, but I don't know honestly how it all works in the background, but it was definitely a big struggle at the beginning.

I made a conscious decision to say, "I'm going to be normal. My life for me is normal. I'm not going to change anything." I did end up on a dual therapy. They added a second drug and it has definitely helped my breathing some, opened my arteries more. What I have found is I run out of steam. I only have so much energy come 3:00, 4:00 this afternoon, I'll be done. I kind of hit my daily wall.

I find when I'm out with people having to keep a conscious awareness of what's going on, I have a tremendous amount of brain fog, which is very tiring now. It's been said, "Because you have lower oxygen. (my O2 saturations are low), so everything is trouble getting the right kind of oxygen that it needs.” I'm not low enough, consistently, that I need to be on O2, which I'm very thankful for, but it has definitely affected me with my brain fog, my tiredness, stairs, walking, just trying to be myself, be normal with people and with family. It definitely runs me out of steam real fast every day. I do find it frustrating. I have days where I don't do things and I have days where I'm able to accomplish things. So it's kind of how my daily life runs.

For me, a lot of it was connecting too, with the Facebook group, with other people who struggle with the different types of PH that's out there. Many of them I find are very, very positive. That's kind of why I too wanted to adopt that attitude, because things can take you down if you let it overwhelm you. So I take things day-by-day. I do tasks one at a time. If things don't work well, one day I just approach it as a fresh approach the next day and I just keep moving on from there.

I was originally told one to two, three years at the outside and we're talking now over 10 years, I'm still here. I'm still pretty much functioning on my own. Granted, I have help from family and I do take advantage of that and I have good friend support and I have good support from the PH community. That's what all just keeps me really positive. I have wonderful specialists who answer all my questions, are there. They always say, "Email phone, whatever you need. We're available." That also makes me feel a lot more peaceful.

Looking at where I have been and where I am today, the best advice that I could give is honestly, stay strong, stay focused, do your best every day. If one day doesn't work perfect, start over the next day don't beat yourself up about it. Just take care of your health, mentally and physically as best you can.

I went from putting all my stuff in order to being here still. I put that down to a lot of I've been very careful. I'm fluid limited, sodium restricted. So my diet has to be very careful. I've got a fine line between getting dehydrated or over hydrated, just due to your heart and lungs overworking. Also just staying positive. It's done I think, great things to keep me where I am today.

I'm Stacey Physick and I'm aware that I'm rare. Learn more about pulmonary hypertension trials at www.phaware.global/clinicaltrials. Never miss an episode with the phaware® podcast app. Follow us @phaware on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube & Linkedin Engage for a cure: www.phaware.global/donate #phaware #ClinicalTrials

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ugh these customers super pissed me off today

so, idk if I’ve mentioned it yet, but I work in a furniture store. it’s a lot of discount stuff, but ofc, furniture is expensive either way; we have a store credit card, and if you use that with your purchase, you get different financing options depending. we also have another separate financing company partnered with ours, and they’ve got an office in our building right next to our own office. since they are a separate company, I know nothing about how they function, and I’m not supposed to know for liability reasons.

had a salesman bring his customers up to me; they intended to speak with the finance office, so they needed a copy of their invoice. after I printed that for them, they decided they wanted their furniture delivered and assembled, so I had to grab a manager to set it that way bc the system wouldn’t let me do that myself for whatever reason. while he was doing that, I asked again if the couple was going to the finance office, and they said no. so, when the order was fixed, I was like. oh were you ready to pay?

and they said no. they said they needed financing.

so I was like oh okay, so you were going to the finance office!

and they said no.

well our only other option is the store credit card. so I asked if they had one, or if they’d need me to run them through an application. the entire time, the man was leaning over the counter, glaring at me, when I’d done nothing wrong and they had given me ZERO communication.

and they said they’d intended to talk to the lady in the finance office.

so ofc that was frustrating but I got them over there, and they spent like an hour and a half with her. not unusual, especially bc this lady is new! she’s still learning, it’s all good.

when they were finally done with her and ready to check out, I was [unfortunately] still the person at the counter. the checkout part was easy, but when I hit the end and was going over the delivery process for their furniture, the lady got pissy again,, nobody, including the salesman, had told me what delivery date they wanted. so when I asked “oh were we aiming for x day?” instead of being normal the lady got MAD at me. I pulled up the delivery counter to be like, these are the available days, and she was like I NEED IT BUY THURSDAY, and I was like. that’s the earliest day, we can’t get it out there before then, and she was like WELL WHY NOT. idk bitch I’m just the office lady!!!

I went to set it for thursday like she wanted, but the system wouldn’t let me because of the hold dates on each item, so I had to be like. okay I’ll hand that off to my manager, he’ll get it set for you, it’ll take him a lil bit [because he has to send an email to get those dates unlocked] and she was like. WELL GO GET YOUR MANAGER THEN I NEED I BY THURSDAY and I was so fucking mad. I was just like. ma’am I’m telling you it’ll get done but it’s not an immediate process he’s going to have to work on it, and she fucking rolled her eyes like a teenager and did that sassy OKAYYYYY teen girls do when you tell them to get off the phone. thank god they finally fucking left. hope we don’t get a bad review because of that, but also I don’t wear my nametag so lmaooo

god that reminds me, there was another pair before these two, a couple’a older ladies. when they got up to the checkout they didn't even acknowledge me at first because they were just talking to each other so I was just sitting there like. lmao? I ain’t doin shit till y’all’re payin attention.

when they did finally turn to me, the lady making the purchase started asking about discounts, and I had to tell her. since we’re an outlet, we don’t have any further discounts like military or senior, because our stuff is already way marked down. and she was like,,, I DON’T WANNA HEAR THAT, JACK, and she and her friend started laughin.

and I had the Customer Service smile on but I didn’t laugh because. we get that question a ton and I’ve been fussed at by customers pissed about it, so forgive me for not finding it funny. and the lady’s friend was all like,,,,,,,,,,,,

not everybody is funny like us, Sharon

what the fuck is wrong with people I’m just there to do paperwork and take your money stop FUCKING harassing me I hAte you

#gira talk

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